Thursday, September 7, 2017


Title: Drumline
 Author: Stacy Kestwick 
Release Date: Tuesday, September 5, 2017


Links:

 Amazon Universal: myBook.to/SKestwickDrumline
 Goodreads: https://goo.gl/7KnaX2

 Read Chapter 1

Blurb:
 Traditions are important. Especially in the South. College foot
ball. Rivalries. Tailgating. Halftime shows. Some things just don’t change. Until Reese Holland shows up with her long legs and no-bull***t attitude to audition for the prestigious all-male Rodner University snare line. It doesn’t matter how much hazing she has to endure from Laird Bronson, with his narrowed green eyes and arrogant smirk. She wants that damn spot, and she’s more than good enough to earn it. She expects there to be tension. Even friction. But not sparks hot enough to burn the entire campus down.

 Excerpt:

 He devoured me. Being eaten alive had never felt so good. His lips. His hands. His heat. My entire being was overwhelmed by him finally, finally touching me. The kiss started hard, desperate, the inevitable conclusion to the tension that had been building between us for two weeks. With my eyes closed and my breasts flattened against the 
 wall of his chest, I gave into it, surrendered to the moment. My mouth clung to his as he tilted my head to the side, changing the angle to deepen the contact. His hands moved over me restlessly, hungrily, skimming down my back on the way to my ass, then back up my sides to frame my face, his fingers leaving a trail of heat behind on every inch of skin he claimed for himself. I pulled at his shirt while he pushed me against the solidness of the door. My heart tripped over itself in its race to keep up. Muffled sounds came from both of us, vibrating in our throats but not escaping our lips because we hadn’t even parted for a breath yet. Who needed fucking air when Laird Bronson was kissing them? Not me. His lips were somehow firm and soft at the same time as he slanted them over me again and again. It was like being called up to the major league from the minors. Nothing in my past compared. I shivered from the intensity of it, from the innate authority of his mouth as he consumed me. Like I was made to bend to him, as inevitable as the moon ceding to the sun. I lifted on my tiptoes to get closer, one of my hands snaking up to tangle in his dark hair. The strands were barely long enough at the top to grip, and when I gave them a tug, he rolled his hips against me, showing me just how much he liked it. I moaned and felt an answering wetness gather at the juncture of my thighs. Dear sweet rosy-cheeked baby Jesus and all the saints in heaven. His mouth needed to come with a warning label. Danger. Highly flammable. But it was too late. I’d had a taste and I liked the burn.

 Author Bio:

 USA TODAY Bestseller Stacy Kestwick is a Southern girl who firmly believes mornings should be outlawed. Her perfect day would include puppies, carbohydrates, and lounging on a hammock with a good book. No adulting, cleaning, or bacon allowed. 

Where to Find Stacy: 

Twitter: @StacyKestwick
 Instagram: @StacyKestwick 

 GIVEAWAY: 

Link to Rafflecopter Giveaway: https://goo.gl/H2TwrG 


BLOGS REVIEW

Bang, splat, spark is just some of the words that come to mind when reading this book. Bang, hello the sticks hitting the drums, splat cause all the hazing that you must endure to make the snare line is CRAZY!! (I totally would have failed the first few seconds) and then spark cause WOWZER the Uni might just burn with the tension between Reese and Laird.
Reese is good and I mean good at a man’s position for this banded family of friends. There’s a twist that you will see revealed a time or two and strong is one word to describe this girl in many aspects. The most heartfelt (OK and tear worthy) are the volunteering times (all I am saying). She is a firecracker and her and Smith are hilarious together!
Laird, you are sexy, funny and while you hid so much, the fire in Reese brought that side out in you. You both could relate to each other and this wasn’t even only geared towards the Drumline. You may have just made the schools band program more popular across America or the Country.

Stacy, you did it again and provided another story that captivates you from the beginning, throws a little more at you to get you feeling numerous emotions all at one and then leaves you yearning for more of these characters. First you hook us on donuts (read her other books to understand) and now you hook us on the drums. There’s something about those D’s that grab us while we wait for more stories from you. Haha. You may just increase school attendance, just saying. 
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